Bad Coinage
Today for lunch, I hit up the ghetto Subway to get my regular post-workout, 6″ Tuna grinder on Eye-talian.
Hours later, I just reached into my pocket to count my change to see if I can afford a candy bar from the vending machine. Unfortuantely, I can’t, but what I do have, is a remarkable array of coins given to me by the ex-crack whore cashier at Subway. I will now attempt to describe what I’m looking at:
- A quarter that somebody has painted red (1979).
- A penny, that, I don’t know how to explain this…is “dented” and has a sharp edge to it now (1990).
- A nickel that looks as though it may have spent time up somebody’s ass. I’m seriously afraid to scrape off the crud, and find out the date.
- A pretty new looking penny (1990)
So, yeah. Only 32 cents, hence no candy bar. Plus - my hands smell funny now. Guess I have to starve until I can hit the Pho Paradise after work.
Posted by
at
21:02:11
What you got against crack whores? And another thing… F this blog crap, the world needs another issue of Whirlybirds, not more cybernetic dorks.
MOSH! you faggots.
when you gonna visit the east coast so I can kick your ass in some freeze-bee?